Sometimes when I'm with Mom, everything seems ok.
Sometimes she scares me.
When she stands there trying to figure out how to unzip her coat.
When she brushes her hair with the lint roller.
When she can't get her mail because her house key won't unlock her PO box.
When she gets into the car head-first.
When she asks for the fifth time in 30 minutes, how to write 2010 on a check.
When she doesn't know where to find the seat belt in the car.